Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.